The pit called to both children and men
Swallowing them whole
Coughing up filthy lumps
Feeding on human life
The men dug deeper seeking riches for pay
Hollowing out the heart of the land
Leaving us empty and abandoned when the profit ran dry
Picket lines and scabs formed around the wounds
An enemy within
The women led the battle from home
No more pennies for bread
Yet always Stout
Sometimes Bitter
United they stood
Together we were crushed into dust
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Dedicated to my great-grandfather who was killed in a mining accident aged 35 years old.
Swallowing them whole
Coughing up filthy lumps
Feeding on human life
The men dug deeper seeking riches for pay
Hollowing out the heart of the land
Leaving us empty and abandoned when the profit ran dry
Picket lines and scabs formed around the wounds
An enemy within
The women led the battle from home
No more pennies for bread
Yet always Stout
Sometimes Bitter
United they stood
Together we were crushed into dust
---
Dedicated to my great-grandfather who was killed in a mining accident aged 35 years old.
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